-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! FUCK YEAH!
Note: That was immediate post-game reaction. Now for a post after I've had time to calm down and reflect.
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! FUCK YEAH!
I can't believe the Colts made the Super Bowl. After Peyton threw that pick-six and the team was down 21-6 at the half, I believed the game was over. Then I realized that the Colts were one unlucky fumble and a bad throw away from being in this thing. The Colts weren't playing as poorly as the score looked. If the Colts could score on the opening drive of the 2nd half, they'd only be down by a touchdown. I tried to convince myself that this was possible.
Slowly, things started to look up. A touchdown, a Patriots punt, a touchdown. Now the Colts were down by 2. Instead of going for the easy 1, Dungy decided to tie the game up with a 2-point conversion. Peyton found a way to float that pass in there for the score. Cue #1 of my heart-attacks. The Patriots scored, and then the Colts went down to answer. The Colts fumbled and then Jeff Saturday pounced on it, and the Colts averted danger. Heart-attack #2. In the past, Rodney Harrison or Ty Law jumps on that ball and the Colts get nothing. Now the breaks are going our way and I legitimately feel we could win.
A few field goals later and the Patriots are up 34-31 and the Colts have the ball and 80 yards to go. A pass to Wayne, a pass to Fletcher (seriously, Bryan freaking Fletcher for 31 yards), and then a crossing route to Reggie Wayne. Upon getting tackled, the ball popped straight up in the air and just floated there for what seemed like an eternity. Reggie reached both hands straight up and brought the ball down with him as he was getting slammed into the turf. How lucky was it that he had both arms free to reach for the ball instead of it rolling loose where there were no Colts anywhere nearby? Heart-attack #3. Also on the same play, the Patriots were flagged for a roughing the passer call, which I think was a little lame. That gave the Colts half the distance to the goal and three Addai runs later, the Colts were in the endzone and had the lead.
The Patriots have 1:00 left on the clock to get a touchdown. After getting 19 and 15 yards on two consecutive passes, I began to get really, really nervous. Inside Colts territory, Brady went over the middle, but Marlon Jackson jumped the route. I didn't realize he had the ball at first, but then he got up, scrambled for a few yards, then fell on his back and raised his hand. That was a head's up play. We couldn't afford Troy Brown to rip out the ball on an interception like he did against San Diego. With 16 seconds left, Peyton came out and took a knee and the game was won.
I just sat there with my head in my hands and laughed. It was the only thing that I could do. Words escaped me. All I could think was "Did that really just happen?" I couldn't sit still. Adam (best friend and resident Bears fan) and I had agreed if both of our teams won, we'd go to the Super Bowl. We looked at each other and I said "It looks like we're going to Miami." My hands were shaking. I was too jacked up to do anything, so I played "Guitar Hero" to try to let loose some of my energy. After a few songs, I sat down and realized I was exhausted. The game took so much out of me. Adam looked at me and said "I don't know how you do it. I didn't care who won and I'm wore out." All I could say was "Try 10 years of that." Only this time, they won.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! FUCK YEAH!